The Futility of Saviour Politics — Sheila Winter Wallace

‘Saviour’ has been rumbling around in my awareness for sometime. I choose to live unequivocally and intentionally for evolution of Self for it’s own sake; my chosen way of living is not a side hobby to peruse at my leisure, separate from living in the delusional world that is external to me. Everything is a metaphor for everything else, in my life.

The identity of ‘saviour’ is not knew to me. It has come to the forefront of my thinking of late, as I consider the future of federal governance in Canada. Right now, I’d go for anyone but Justin Trudeau and his Liberal cronies, whom I believe are in the process of selling Canadians out to the World Economic Forum and the World Health Organization for the continuing implementation of global governance. To that end, I believe he has ensured that he’ll be in a leadership position until at least 2025 by sewing up support through the creation of a coalition government with the NDP party.

So, in my humble opinion, the leaders of the two parties have ostensibly saved each other’s ass, more like wiped them. Trudeau gets to keep on lying to the populace about how deeply he cares (NOT!) through a hidden agenda of control and hypocrisy; Jagmeet Singh gets a promise from Trudeau to have his Canadian drug and dental plans he wants for Canadian citizens. While, no doubt, these plans will be appreciated by many, if they actually happen, I carry zero hope in hell that we’ll see them land. As far as I am concerned, they have sold their souls to each other. Don’t get me wrong; I think coalition governments can work. It’s the convenient dishonesty of selling out that causes me to feel such disgust. These are not the guys I’d want to do business with. These are not the guys I’d want to welcome into my home.

So, now, as I look to the possibility of Who Else?, I look to what the Federal Conservative party might create for itself in the future. While I have historically chosen to vote in every community, provincial and federal election over the course of my experience on planet earth, this is the first time in my life that I have ever actually joined a political party… and, I have done so at the ripe, old age of 76 years. I look to the candidates for leadership and consider what they might bring to the table, if they will remember that it takes courage to NOT default to the path of least resistance, where expediting strategies for results has, so often, come to mean selling themselves out. Will they remember the high values that were their original drivers to contribute? First, do no harm.

Will I even be around in another 3 years when I could vote again? With a vote for a new Conservative Party leader taking place in a few short months, I look at the attributes of each person who has chosen to invest him/herself in the leadership process and wonder if he/she is focussed on saving the party OR, rather and more importantly, immersed in defining what it means to live, full on and consistently, with respect, integrity (transparency) and generosity of spirit for self and others… always, in all ways, from that awakened platform? I can hope.

The latter is where leaderSelf lives, so that collective well being is nourished. It does not happen by saving parties or asses to expedite wins. It does not happen by threat of fear, something we know all too well these days. It does not happen by entitlement, manipulation and punitive measures, things we also have come to know well. It does not happen by checking out; something that current leadership has proven masterful at.

So, I’ll be checking in and I’ll be watching and I’ll be voting with my feet and my wallet. Yes, I have joined the membership of a political party to ensure that I can be heard. Whether the membership will hear me and ultimately live up to the expectations I have for the world I would like to see is anybody’s guess. Still, I can intend.

As one who knows well the strategy of saviour, I can tell you, without hesitation, that it does not work. The saviour is always available to be called in to save the day (rescue the party, salvage the failing idea) and wear that identity as a badge of honour. We don’t need anymore saviours to project our neediness/victimization onto. What we do require is to take a breath, exhale and let go of all the ‘rules’ that say, We can’t… when the real truth is that We can.

Thanks for reading.